Microfiction
Demeter
There was a young woman, in mid thirties, name Meg who lives in a Deep South. Meg travels so far away and heading to New York City. She doesn’t have any friends, because she’s an outcast- except her family cat name Kiki. She ran away from her toxic, but dysfunctional lifestyle because her family betrayed her when they supported the greedy cult leader. After she ran away, she has no words— heartbroken and disappeared.
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Fiction
The Dominie, the Lesson, the Mirror, and the Expander
"It wasn’t my fault. You can't fire me.", she yelled. "Ma'am you need to get your things and leave the property.", a security guard threatened. She had been set up. The anger almost broke her. Almost. She grabbed her things and headed to the garage where her car was parked on level 3. As she made her way to the elevator she felt the eyes of her coworker scrutinizing her. Seven years for this. "You almost got away with it didn't you." She didn't even know the guy, but some how he felt comfortable enough to talk about her and pass judgment. She just looked past him and pushed by. Instead of breaking her a miraculous thing began to take place. She got in her car and powered it on. The radio came on, an Eminem song played. She heard the familiar lyrics, "I am whatever you say I am, if I wasn't than why would I say I am.... I don't know I guess it's just the way I am". She listened, mouthing the words from memory. She'd teach them a lesson. The best lesson they ever would have the chance to experience.
By simplicityabout a year ago in Fiction
Climate Wars
It was close. She could feel it. Her life's work, her ambition... her dreams. Project Gaia. She'd studied her whole life for this moment. She'd finally developed a machine that could combat climate change. It would remove the CO2 from the atmosphere and siphon it into energy to power homes and factories. Countless lives would be saved. She'd be the hero who stopped the Earth from dying.
By Emilie Turnerabout a year ago in Fiction
Dark Storm
Blaak's parents had died in the raid of 2147, leaving him orphaned and cowering in the rubble, foraging for food and water. For a short time, he had been a happy child, that life now a dream as he fought to survive. Converting one of the half- destroyed rooms in his old home into a quasi-livable shelter, he fought to protect it from scavengers.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
Leaden Power
Bulging eyes sorely staring through my reflection. Bare body, bloated belly. As primal as if just escaped the womb. With an age far greater than that lived, settling in between the creases and cracks of my skin. My mind, it does not operate as theirs do. Cogs turn with great effort, while theirs churn thoughtlessly. With utter ease. An ability to be human without care. I care so much that it could kill me. Each word that leaves my breath is calculated and considered. My force is my own caretaker. Travelling my steps away from the edge and forward, forward. Towards another day. Into life. It is nights like this where my daily exhaustion of exertion overwhelms me and I drown in its burnt energy. Being alive should not be this hard.
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Fiction







